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 India and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.