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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.