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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.