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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.