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 Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Nico to the funk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.