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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the electroclash 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.