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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 rhodes 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.