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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 AZ to the electroclash 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth 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.