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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moleskins to the grunge 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.