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 Denmark and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.