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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.