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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.