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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.