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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.