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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.