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 Syria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Magma,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.