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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
MDC,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.