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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the punk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Television,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.