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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.