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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.