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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.