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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
10cc,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.