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 China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.