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 Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the rock 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.