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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
MC5,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.