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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.