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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 The Names to the punk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.