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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 güiro 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.