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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.