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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.