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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.