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 Latvia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.