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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.