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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.