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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
PIL,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Index,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.