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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.