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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.