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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.