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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.