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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Index,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.