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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.