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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.