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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Moleskins to the grime 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.