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 Egypt and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the jazz 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.