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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Crime to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.