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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pole to the dance 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.