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 Jamaica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.