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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
AZ,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.