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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
AZ,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.