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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.