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 Kenya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.