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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eric Copeland 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.