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 Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buckinghams to the rap 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.