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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
This Heat,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.