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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.