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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.