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 Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.