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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.