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 Tonga and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Alison Limerick to the techno 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
The Sound,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.