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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.