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 Austria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.