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 Senegal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.