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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.