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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
The Cure,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Lower 48,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.