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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Boredoms,
PIL,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.