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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.