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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
UT,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.