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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.