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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MC5 to the rap 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.