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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Scion,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.