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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.