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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.