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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.