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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
X-101,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.