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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.