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 Latvia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Technova to the disco 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.