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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.