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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the rock 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Sparks,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.