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 Hungary and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
the Germs,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.