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 East Timor and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.