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 Costa Rica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
X-102,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.