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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.