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 Macedonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.