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 Vietnam 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.