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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.