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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Jandek,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.