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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and 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.