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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.