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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.