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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The Evens to the grunge 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Fear,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Technova,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
The Gories,
Wire,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
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.