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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
CMW,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.