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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.