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 Fiji and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pierre Henry to the punk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.