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 Tunisia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.