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 Albania and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.