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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 marimba 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.