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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Index,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.