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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 organ 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.