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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.