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 Mexico and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.