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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.