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 Poland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
The Gories,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.