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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 The Count Five to the dance 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül 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 Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Mars,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.