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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Mr. Review to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.