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 Indonesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Technova,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
AZ,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.