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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the funk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.