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 Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.