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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.