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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
The Wake,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.