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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ossler to the rock 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Organ,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.