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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Icehouse to the rock 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.