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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.