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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Happenings to the punk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Skaos,
Zapp,
The Index,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.