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 Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mr. Review to the jazz 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.