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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Neil Young,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.