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 Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Names to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Index,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.