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 Malawi and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.