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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Agitation Free 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.