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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Swans,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.