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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Nas,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.