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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Television,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.