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 Iraq and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.