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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
Fluxion,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
JFA,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.