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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
The Gories,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.