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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cramps 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Intrusion,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.