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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.