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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
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 organ 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.