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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Buckinghams to the dance 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.