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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.