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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
The Index,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.