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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.