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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.