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 Mexico and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 rhodes 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.