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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.