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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 rhodes 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Brick,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.