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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.