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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Martian to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
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.