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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.