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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.