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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.