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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pole to the techno 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.