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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 a-ha 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Fear,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.