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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fear to the punk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.