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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.