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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.