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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.