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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.