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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
June Days,
the Human League,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.