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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 organ 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.