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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Index,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.