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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear 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?
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.