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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep 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?
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.