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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.