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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.