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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.