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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.