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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare to the grunge 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.