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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Nico,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.