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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.