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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Tom Boy to the crunk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five 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?
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.