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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.