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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.