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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.