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 Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Nico,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.