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 United States and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.