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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.