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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Alison Limerick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.