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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 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 Monks to the punk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.