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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Copeland 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.