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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Unwound to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.