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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Wire,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.