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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.