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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smoke to the grunge 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.