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 Egypt and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.