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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.