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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.