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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Pole,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.