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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.