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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 The Leaves to the electroclash 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Excepter,
Index,
Television,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.