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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Martian to the rock 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Erasure 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.