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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.