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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.