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 United States 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The Pop Group to the crunk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.