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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Kas Product to the rock 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.