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 Russia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.