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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 theremin 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Can,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.