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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Smog,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.