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 Albania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bush Tetras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.