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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.