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 Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.