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 Chile and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 harpsichord 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.