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 Mali and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Trux to the jazz 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.