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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.