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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Magma,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
World's Most,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.