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 Serbia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Morten Harket to the techno 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.