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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.