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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Wire,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.