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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.