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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Scratch Acid to the rock 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.