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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.