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 Armenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 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 Procol Harum to the funk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
JFA,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.