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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Index,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.