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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Magazine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.