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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.