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 Brazil and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the funk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.