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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.