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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chrome to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.