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 Belarus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
MDC,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.