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 Croatia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.