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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.