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 China and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.