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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Smog,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.