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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Monks,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.