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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the grunge 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Organ,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real 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.