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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Sixth Finger to the disco 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.