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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Can,
Hoover,
Franke,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.