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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 United States of America to the dance 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.