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 Austria 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.