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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 marimba 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 Zapp to the grunge 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.