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 Fiji 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.