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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.