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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the disco 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Lalann,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.