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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Reagan Youth to the funk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.