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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
New Order,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.