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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.