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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Janne Schatter to the punk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.