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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Motorama to the grunge 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.