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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blues Magoos to the dance 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.