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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Index,
Faust,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.