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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire to the punk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Franke,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.