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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.