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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.