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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.