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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Pylon,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.