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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
The Gories,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.