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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly to the dance 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.