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 Sri Lanka 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.