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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.