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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Rotary Connection to the rock 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.