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 Lesotho and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.