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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.