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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.