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 Zambia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.