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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.