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 Greece and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.