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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.