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 Hungary and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.