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 Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed 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?
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.