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 Botswana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Nas,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
X-102,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
This Heat,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.