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 Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Japan,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
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.