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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Technova,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.