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 Suriname and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the techno 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.