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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.