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 Tanzania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Television to the jazz 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.