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 Belgium and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Tears for Fears to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.