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 Guatemala 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.