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 Denmark and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
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 organ 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.