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 Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.