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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.