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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.