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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.