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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Symarip,
Nas,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.