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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Nico,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.