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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Deakin,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.