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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Skriet,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.