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 China and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.