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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
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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.