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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.