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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.