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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Pole,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.