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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Slave,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.