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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.