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 Iraq and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.