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 Belize and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Searchers to the punk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Franke,
the Association,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.