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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Darondo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.