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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.