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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Wasted Youth to the rock 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.