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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.