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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 EPMD to the techno 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.