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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Surgeon to the rap 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.