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 Sweden and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 sitar 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Mars,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.