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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 spring reverb 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 Underground Resistance to the punk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.