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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Model 500 to the disco 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.