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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 10cc to the grime 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.