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 Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.