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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Jawbox to the techno 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.