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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
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 clarinet 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 The Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.