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 Maldives and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.