Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.