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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.