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 Korea North and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Shadows of Knight to the techno 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.