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 China and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Negative Approach to the rock 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.