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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.