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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.