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 Gabon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Franke,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
10cc,
The Names,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.