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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Can,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.