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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Walker Brothers 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.