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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 The Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.