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 South and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
cv313,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.