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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 sitar 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.