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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Brick,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.