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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.