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 Togo and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
The Index,
Hoover,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Monks,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
John Holt,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.