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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.