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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.