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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Roxette to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.