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 Australia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.