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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Angels of Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
The Names,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.