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 Benin and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.