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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 mellotron 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.