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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.