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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.