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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
AZ,
Darondo,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.