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 Congo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.