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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.