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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.