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 China and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Section 25,
Scion,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Index,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.