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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Das Ding to the grunge 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Index,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.