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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Nas,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.