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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Oblivians to the rap 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.