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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.