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 San Marino and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.