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 Palau and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
World's Most,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.