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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
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Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.