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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Ituana,
Skriet,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.