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 Palau 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Marine Girls to the funk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.