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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.