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 Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.