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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the techno 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Can,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.