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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims 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?
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Television,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.