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 Burundi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugs to the punk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.