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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.