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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.