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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.