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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 The Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
X-101,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.