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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s 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 Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.