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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.