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 Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Standells to the jazz 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.