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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Dawn Penn to the dance 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.