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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Radio Birdman to the dance 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Brick,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.