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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.