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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.