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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.