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 Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Cybotron to the rap 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.