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 Austria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Grass Roots to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Monks,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.