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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
DNA,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.