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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Cure to the disco 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.