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 Brunei and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.