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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.