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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.