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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
The Index,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.