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 Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
The Human League,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.