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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.