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 Morocco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.