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 Nicaragua 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.