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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Television Personalities to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.