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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.