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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.