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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
The Wake,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Fear,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.