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 Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound 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?
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.