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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.