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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.