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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Stiv Bators to the disco 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.