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 St Kitts & Nevis and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Index,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.