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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.