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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.