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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Supertramp to the dance 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.