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 South Africa 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.