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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Wake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.