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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the dance 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.