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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 the Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.