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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Bluetip to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Swans,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
the Slits,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.