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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 Calgary and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.