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 Ecuador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 The Index to the punk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.