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 Tonga and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.