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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Scion,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.