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 Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.