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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Liliput 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.