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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Can,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.