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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
MDC,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.