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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Slave 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.