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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.