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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Chrome,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.