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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.