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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Visage,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.