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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.