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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.