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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.