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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.