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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Technova,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.