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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Model 500,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.