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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.