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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Jacob Miller to the jazz 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.