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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.