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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Fear,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.