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 Ukraine and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the dance 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.