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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.