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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.