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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 E-Dancer to the funk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.