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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
the Germs,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.