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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Magma,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.