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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.