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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Swans,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Marmalade,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
X-102,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.