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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the grunge 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.