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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gories to the dance 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.