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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Sandy B to the dance 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
CMW,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.