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 Angola and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.