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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.