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 Burundi and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.