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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.