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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.