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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.