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 Brazil and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.