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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.