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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Niagra to the disco 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.