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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.