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 Belize and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the disco 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Television,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
The Move,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.