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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Technova,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.