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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Symarip to the disco 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.