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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Erasure to the crunk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Nas,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.