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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.