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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.