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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.