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 Romania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.