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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.