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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Deakin to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.