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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.