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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.