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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.