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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
June Days,
The Index,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.