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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Simply Red to the disco 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.