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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.