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 Italy and from London.
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 Salvador and Stockholm.
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 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.