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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.