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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode 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?
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Can,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.