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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Outsiders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.