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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.