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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.