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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.