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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Wire,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.