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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Quando Quango to the funk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.