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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Smog,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.