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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Marc Almond to the punk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.