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 Peru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.