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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.