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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.