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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.