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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.