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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.