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 Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 synthesizer 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.