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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Q65,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.