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 Cyprus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.