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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.