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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.