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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.