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 Sweden and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.