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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.