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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.