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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.