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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The Move 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.