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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Gong,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.