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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
The Names,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.