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 Monaco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Doors to the disco 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.