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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.