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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Aswad,
Wings,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.