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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.