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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.