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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Arab on Radar to the punk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.