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 Suriname and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 The Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel 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 disco 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.