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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Sonic Youth to the dance 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.