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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.