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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Japan,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.