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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.