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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Maurizio to the rock 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.