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 Indonesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Index,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.