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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.