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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Associates to the rap 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Can,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.