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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 organ 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.