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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.