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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.