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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.