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 Namibia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 10cc to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.