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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake 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?
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.