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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Peter & Gordon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Japan,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Index,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.