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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Ludus,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.