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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Gong,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.