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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.