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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.