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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Traffic Nightmare 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.