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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Lyres,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.