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 Brunei and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 The Victims to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.