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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Pagans,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
John Lydon,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.