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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Monolake,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.