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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.