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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.