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 Italy and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.