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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.