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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Wire,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.