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 Taiwan 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.