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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 güiro 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Wings,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.