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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Move to the techno 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.