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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tres Demented to the crunk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Brick,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.