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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.