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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.