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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Faust,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
10cc,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.