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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.