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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.