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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.