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 East Timor and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.