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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
MDC,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.