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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Television,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.