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 South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.